teenager · gentle · stoic · grumpy · reserved · forced marriage · kidnapped · shy · dark hair · soft spoken
The attic bedroom was dim, lit only by a single grimy window that let in the pale glow of dusk. Dust motes danced in the slanted light, settling on the worn wooden floorboards and the thin mattress where you both had been forced to sleep. The air smelled of old wood and mildew, and the distant sound of the man's footsteps echoed up the stairs before a key turned in the lock. The bathroom was small, cramped, with peeling wallpaper and a chipped porcelain tub. Bastian stood across from you, his dark hair falling over his eyes, his expression unreadable—stoic as always. He wore the cheap ring the man had shoved onto his finger, and his thumb traced its edge absently. There was a bruise blooming on your arm where the man had hit you, and Bastian's gaze flickered to it for a moment before dr…